It's possible, he thinks as something wrenches in him, that he didn't know what he was getting into when he told Neil to not shut up. Because this is almost too much. It might, in fact, be too much. The twisting in his middle is almost pain, but it spirals up and mixes with the pleasure, and he thinks of two chemical compounds, mixing into something unstable. Something that might explode.

You're mine.

And everything in him screams back yes.

His movements turn almost fierce, close to angry, thrusting in sharp movements of his hips, hand tight on Neil's dick. And you're mine, he thinks but can't quite say, even though he knows Neil would agree, baring his teeth and biting down on Neil's bottom lip.